I learned today that it seems my highest level upperclassmen cannot cook. This is rather dismaying to me as they’ve been in school since January and still can’t tell crunchy pasta is under cooked. Today was buffet day in our brand spanking new student-run restaurant, and most of my scraggly class of newbie white scarves decided to see what it was all about.
I found out that I have entered culinary school leaps, bounds and a universe away from most of my peers.
Pasta is simple. Pasta is very easy to tell when its cooked properly. Two pasta salads? One was mush and the other was rock hard. I didn’t have the heart to tell them. Most of the five at my table tried nearly everything, and as a group we found very little of it edible. Undercooked, overcooked and not held at the right temperature. Mashed potatoes should not be ice cold. The food was catered by the highest ranking students in the school.
That said, I still think there is a lot I can learn from my chef instructors – I’m just going to have to dig for those gems rather than have it presented in the curriculum, that much I can tell. I may need to look into joining some of the clubs – only my schedule is so overbooked as is, I have no idea where I’ll find the time. As is, all I have left to lose is more sleep.
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